Opp Hunt Lyrics

Rich 100, show em how you do it

Damn Dame, be tweakin' on that

I said you take somethin', you must be slower than a bitch

Boy this car is full of glitches, I'm gon' switch cheese on whip

XD's, they got extensions, bitch on top, he did a flip

And I can't even let you run, boy you ain't hoppin' no pins

They did him crazy, I thought Gray saw it, this cuz a diss

Boy I ain't even gotta touch you, have my niggas in the blitz

I drop a bitch down the block, all I do is hit the switch

Boy you a bitch that's in the shot, when they almost shot your bitch

Headshot his body, drop my team, twitch

You better go and ask the opps if niggas know how we hit

Ayy, I'ma crash on some some shots, I bought a head, we with the sheets

So bro I'm ready for that road, he said it's way and when I'm finished

All I know is get a bag, why you sittin' on your ass

All my pops in my head, every time I'm finna crash

Yeah I'm rollin' off these tears, me and gang we finna splash

Rob a bursa with no hair, I bust a tie, she on my ass

But she lovin' her love, pay so go in deep, she finna crash

If you speak on brother's ices, swear to God I leave you deceased

I heard he talkin' on the gang, put that pussy on the tee

This fuck the opps and what they clad, that ain't really what you see

And all them niggas really broke, all they worry bout is beef

Pockets fat as fuck, they post, I call Bennett by the peach

Them niggas up that hill, they broke, no they ain't really gettin' cheese

Drop some shit, you get it, till I got so slimy

And I don't even know why, but I'm so grindin'

We spin this bruh like four times, like I'm rewindin'

And we bustin' with them tops, I'm with my niggas, bust on wine

Oh that's that nigga Spinners, bruh, I just want him, I'm gon' find him

He know he a hoe, he ain't did shit, I ain't on him

And he got the bitch a jock and pistol packin', don't bluff that

They said I hit B cap and he be lackin', hit the red bummer

I got it, I be trappin', I got the Miz job, hit the raw, I ain't never start with beans

No, I ain't fuckin' with him, niggas coppin' please

Hunter, I was a lamb, don't, but I'm a squirrel, but I'm a teen

One of them niggas in the O, I'm gon' lash him, leave him bleedin', yeah

Carryin' a Glock at his top, knockin' off his dreads

I reach so high, she hit the cock, baby, off the Miz

Catch Abraham, cause he's a cop, pickin' on the stand

Hop out and I'm screamin', I can dump this FNN

I got a car and bitch dumb, I'm tryna fuck your friend

21, they got a drum, dump it, I'm sayin

Take some, you gon' be floored in a bitch, his car is filled with them glitz

I'm gon' switch cheese, I whip it, XDN, got the 30 on it

And I bet it, it's gon' hit, uh, off the way

Stackin' bros, play you get hit, boom

I'm, I'm, I'm on the block and I'm gon' get you

Went choppin' on that, soon as something gon' miss, too

While these niggas drop the hood, no, they ain't never spin a block

I came from spinnin' with the gang, all Billy's boss, so with the top

I'm hoppin' high with this Mack, bet the hollows hit his top

Shake the back off for the gang, like she my fuckin' favorite wopper

Heard your big brother die, tryna hop the fuckin' fence

Brother, he got dropped by a bitch and I just rolled up some money

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